Even the whole world is trying to match us up

Chapter 133 Tokyo Handsome Guy’s Candy
Autumn has been here for some time.

When Natsume Qingha felt it, it was the weekend when he was separated from Hatsukano.

He walked under the street tree and gently patted away a leaf that fell on his shoulder.

I wonder if the maple leaves in Kyoto are about to turn red.

The sky is still clear blue, like a quiet lake hanging upside down above the sky.

And he went to take private music lessons with his violin on his back.

On the roadside in the diffuse sunshine, there are three girls with hair of various colors.

They wore school badges on their chests, and their ties were crooked, and they didn't button them where they should.

The skirt of the uniform is a bit long, and does not reveal a large area of ​​legs. It probably hides all kinds of prohibited items on campus like Doraemon's treasure bag.

Natsume Qingyu is not discriminating against them, they just focus on their studies...

Put it...

In terms of enjoying life and reproducing offspring, the young man is so sure.

His thoughts only wandered for a moment, and the struggle between the boy and the Rainbow Team had quietly begun.

"Damn, there's a handsome guy!" Girl A, who was still eating ice cream in autumn, shouted.

"Stop yelling." Girl B said, leaning against the wall.

"Yeah, after so many years, what kind of handsome guy have we..." As the leader, girl C's eyes were blank for a second, and her voice became smaller and smaller. It seemed that things were indeed not simple.

"Where is it?" The passing boy seemed to have heard the famous urban ghost story, turning into a monkey and looking around, as if he was helping to search.

Rainbow Team's painting style suddenly turned pale, as if a crow was floating by.

"Here." The cone in Girl A's hand seemed to be no longer fragrant, and she pointed a sword at the boy's beautiful nose.

Girl A: Isn’t this handsome guy’s mental state a little strange?

Girl B: I complimented him, but he really pretended to do it?
Because of Natsume Kiyoha's shamelessness, the anger in the girls' camp was rising.

Girl C transformed into a female general and took the lead in riding a horse and holding a gun to break out of the siege.

Whether the boy in front of you is sick or not can be determined by just comparing it with him.

She held the reins, the horse reared up and neighed, stopped in front of the young man, and shouted loudly:
"Handsome guy, is it convenient to leave a LINE account? In the future..."

Snapped.

Before he finished speaking, Lu Bu held up Red Rabbit, holding on to the concept of "when you encounter a rainbow, you will definitely eat it", and he attacked the noisy villain with a halberd.

"no need."

"Oh, handsome man, do you already have a girlfriend?" The female general who fell to the ground with a serious injury asked softly which school you came from.

"Um...not yet."

"why?"

"Because I already have a true love in my heart that I miss day and night." Lu Bu's eyes sparkled with purity and no distracting thoughts.

"The beloved you miss day and night?" The gun-wielding female general suddenly thought in her heart, what a heavy word this was.

Is this pure will of love?

Lu Bu's love for Diao Chan is so deep, it is not admirable.

"Yes, they have pure and innocent souls, light figures in colorful clothes, unswerving loyalty, never-fading looks, and meanings that transcend dimensions!" Lu Bu, who was bathed in blood on the battlefield, raised his head, showing his freedom and ease as if facing a curtain of rain. .

they? Never fade? Beyond dimensions!

For a while, the amount of information was a bit overwhelming.

The delinquent girls who couldn't even solve the quadratic equation suddenly felt a splitting headache.

The smartest among them is girl C, the female general who was killed.

She got up, thought for a moment, and gradually understood everything, but she still couldn't believe that the handsome guy in front of her could be like this. She gritted her teeth and asked, "Are you talking about the paper man?"

"I prefer to call them my spiritual sustenance." The tall Lu Bu looked at the three small people, calmly but without losing power, and spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"I like that kind of thing. After all, the handsome guy has never been in contact with a beautiful girl of flesh and blood. The soft body, the moist temperature, the burning eyes, the beating heart... these are all intangible pieces of paper. Something I won’t give you.” The bad girls looked at me and I looked at you, with a hint of contempt in their eyes teasing virgins.

It's like saying: 'Oh, it's so funny that there are animals that mistake pieces of paper for the opposite sex.' '

"You know very well, but you can't touch your favorite movie and TV stars, the high-end cowboys in the red light district, or the school idols. You can only eat crooked melons and split dates to satisfy your hunger. "Lu Bu, who was somewhat aware of the atmosphere, said lightly at first.

"What did you say?!" The female general was very angry and tried to grab the boy's collar, but he easily dodged it.

Later, Lu Bu held Fang Tian's painted halberd and pointed at the sky in anger: "More importantly, Fukuzawa Yukichi is also a paper man!"

"..."

Facing the majestic young man, the bad girls blinked and held up their big eyes with colored lenses, not daring to say a word, or in other words, they were suppressing laughter.

"So, you should not be too superficial as a person. The most important thing is to accompany the paper man Fukuzawa Yukichi to pursue something worthy of praise, to cultivate your sentiments, sublimate your soul, and experience the true emotional value. For example, I'm on my way to learn violin now, and maybe I'll be on the Golden Hall in the near future. At that time, you are welcome to come and cheer for me." The young man with a perfect face waved his hand and gave them a smile, "So, now Please stay out of my way, bye.”

Natsume Qingyu glanced at the time and walked quickly.

The trio on the roadside tacitly said goodbye to the young man carrying the violin with their eyes without saying a word.

They still felt that the handsome guy was a little crazy, but they vaguely noticed that there seemed to be an insurmountable dimension between them and him.

The previous irritability was gone, and his eyes became a little more alert.

"Ouch, all my ice cream balls fell to the floor." Girl A exclaimed.

"Haha, I call you a nymphomaniac." Girl B mocked.

"Let's go." The leading girl C thought for a while and said.

"Where to go?" The other two girls wondered at the same time.

"If you don't want to eat crooked melons and cracked dates, but if you want to enjoy high-end cuisine, you still have to study hard."

…………

The moment the music ended, the beautiful boy immersed in his sweet dream suddenly woke up.

There was applause from the side.

The one who applauded was Natsume Kiyoha’s violin teacher Takeda Makoto. He didn’t talk much, but he was very serious about his work.

"Natsume, you practiced very well today, even a little bit awesome."

"That's too much praise. Brother Cheng's guidance is better." Natsume Qingyu lowered the violin and bowed slightly.

"Um, Natsume, you should call me Takeda-sensei."

"Why."

"I feel like the title Brother Cheng is not very auspicious." Takeda Cheng pushed up his glasses.

"Oh, maybe it's because of the anime." Natsume Qingyu remembered an interesting sentence.

The one who plays well in the harem is Itsuka Shido.

If you can't play well in the harem, it's Makoto Ito.

"As long as you understand." Takeda Makoto nodded happily, and as a teacher, he was embarrassed to mention it more.

"Okay, Brother Cheng."

"..."

While Natsume Kiyoha was packing her things, the adults sitting aside looked out the window and sighed softly as if they were falling with the dead leaves.

"It's finally time to get off work." "Teacher, there is one thing I care about." Natsume Qingyu took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag and took a sip.

"what?"

"When you play the violin, it's easy to be swayed by your emotions." Natsume Qingyu opened the topic from a different angle.

"It's like this. Every successful musician should be immersed in his own music, so the same score will have different emotions in the hands of a master." Makoto Takeda said.

"The teacher must be in a bad mood recently. There is always a touch of sadness and a sense of exhaustion in the demo tracks." Natsume Qingyu said slowly.

Hearing this, Teacher Takeda was stunned. Is his emotion really so obvious?

"Sorry, I was negligent." He patted his forehead and said it sincerely.

"It's okay. Do you need a tree hole?"

"The family scandal will not be publicized." Teacher Takeda politely refused. It would be too embarrassing for students to solve their own family affairs.

"Does the teacher know what club activities I participate in at school?"

"Light music department? Classical music department?"

"No, it's the Ministry of Service."

"Is it "My Youthful Love Story"? I actually read this book when I was studying."

"Yes, so solving people's difficulties is what I should do. Please give me this opportunity, teacher."

Seeing that Takeda Makoto was still hesitating, Natsume Kiyoha asked directly: "Did you quarrel with the master's wife?"

"Yes. As adults, once they get older, they will be more or less troubled by family conflicts." Takeda Makoto was slightly surprised. The boy's intuition is very keen.

"Very powerful?"

"Probably to the point of getting a divorce."

"Can I see the photo of the teacher and his wife?"

"What are you going to do?"

"If the teacher really gets divorced, wouldn't it be a bit miserable for the disciple to never even meet his master's wife?" Natsume Qingyu said, spreading his hands.

Takeda Makoto thought for a while, but handed over the phone, which was the screen saver.

Natsume Kiyoha took a closer look and saw a family of three in the photo, and immediately recognized another figure - Takeda Shiori.

He couldn't help feeling that the Republic of China was really small.

The other woman, the master's wife, has a full 80% soul compatibility with Mr. Takeda.

I'm afraid if you don't leave, you will regret it soon.

Simply speechless.

And love reached its peak from the moment we were together, and then went downhill every day after that. They have been together for so many years, and they must have laid a lot of bricks under their feet.

This emotion has obviously surpassed that of a large number of Japanese people.

Would it be a pity for Natsume Qingyu to give up now?
"Why is the teacher angry?" Natsume Qingyu raised his eyes, trying to find out the reason and save the brother-goddess' family.

"She talks too much. She chatters all day long about trivial matters such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, and cleaning. I... can't stand it."

"It feels like an extremely common question." Natsume Qingyu already had the answer in his heart.

"Yeah, but what can I do? You know, men in Tokyo are also very tired. As the mainstay of the family, how can you have the energy to interfere with family affairs." Takeda Makoto said plausibly. He has also devoted a lot to this family. .

"That's not the problem." Natsume Qingyu shook his head.

"?" Takeda Makoto glanced at him doubtfully.

"Teacher, do you like the violin?"

"Of course." Faced with the young idiot's question, Takeda Makoto was speechless.

"Is it a hobby-related liking or a work-related liking?"

"Like them all."

"Liar, I just said something like 'Hey, I finally got off work'. So, if you keep repeating the same thing, as long as you are not a machine, everyone will get bored one day." Natsume Qingha was not angry. road.

"I'm not bored." Takeda Makoto retorted.

"Does the teacher also practice violin when she goes home?"

"Sometimes I will guide my daughter."

"Do you like the violin?" Natsume Qingyu asked.

"Of course, she was seduced by my violin back then." Makoto Takeda smiled quite confidently.

"Then how long has it been since you played alone for your master's wife?"

"Probably..." Makoto Takeda quickly thought of something and said, "You mean, she was angry because I didn't give her a solo."

"No, it could also be a rose."

"Rose, how old are you, and you still play with the romance of young people, don't you think it's hypocritical?" Hearing this, Takeda Cheng immediately understood and seemed to be amused.

"That's not pretentious, that's respect."

Natsume Qingyu shook his head and corrected, "That's not romantic anymore, but a sense of ritual."

"...Is there any difference?" Makoto Takeda was very confused, feeling vaguely that he was an era behind.

Otherwise, why couldn't he keep up with the thoughts of the young man in front of him.

"Romance is telling the other person that I want to love you, while ritual is telling the other person that I still love you. Romance can be as concrete as a flower, a piece of music, or as abstract as a thought. In contrast, ritual It feels very simple and unpretentious. You can take the initiative to give her a hug before going out. You can also take the initiative to lean down and tie the shoelaces for her while walking. You can even say, 'I can afford flowers, but I still want to give them to her.' like."

Natsume Qingha said in detail.

"I think the reason why teachers quarrel and feel so tired is because they live too seriously and everything becomes work. In this cycle of day after day, I forget to prepare a sense of ritual. A little surprise. Come and tell your family that I still value you and value some things. Come and tell your family that we are living a relaxed life instead of living hard."

This is the truth that Natsume Kiyoha came to after observing the numb people for a long time.

Everyone lives too seriously and works too hard, and forgets to eat sweets.

"Haha, then what do you think I should do?" Takeda Cheng suddenly felt that the young man was reasonable, and he was a little surprised.

"It's very simple. Go buy a rose, give it to your master's wife when you go home, and then ask her if she wants to listen to your violin." Natsume Qingyu suggested.

"Is it really that simple?" Takeda Cheng was shocked.

Yes it's that simple, but most can't do it.

Natsume Qingyu smiled meaningfully and added: "Of course, you can also wash your mouth and kiss her at the right time."

That night.

Takeda Makoto decided to practice and gain true knowledge.

He tried the young man's suggestion doubtfully.

Roses were given and the violin playing session went well.

It was when they kissed me that I got beaten.

The saying goes well.

A kiss between a middle-aged couple can create nightmares for several nights.

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